But she saw her father laugh and point at her mother in front of about a hundred people.
She has asked me about it twice. I have answered badly both times — the first time too lightly and the second time not lightly enough — and there is going to be a third time and I am not ready for it.
That is the part of this with no good version in it anywhere, and no twist, and nothing in a box that fixes it.
Abel and I are not together.
I want that on the page plainly and in its own line.
Four people have assumed we are. Including my own sister, twice, including once in front of Wren.
I have corrected all four of them and I will go on correcting them, because the other thing would be a story and this is not a story.
He is my friend.
